This is a song about "Left"

Take the exit, the nearest left

Half your body laying on my chest

Baby, you know who you are

Your father left you for another

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Cause i’m back on my grind

All the people you left behind.

That was good shit, is there any left

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Your family is left wondering why

Could i make you my baby

Friend after friend left me

That left ya without hope

New canvas she need a new stroke